T’appease the strife, which priuie hate did raise:
And at his death did cause them each to other
To giue their faith, as brother vnto brother.
14.
The king scarse dead, from London swift report
With mischiefe at her heeles, or’e hedge and heath
To Ludlowe came, where then we kept our court,
And there with pallid lookes, halfe out of breath,
She tels the tidings of our father’s death,
Bidding me now beware vnhappie fate,